In this RP, you can do anything you want, as long as you follow a few rules. The universe is a blank slate, and you have just been given the tools to make it more. Destroy it, help it, the choice is yours.

In many ways, being a creature composed entirely of aura was incredibly beneficial. One's own body was a source of nearly limitless power which could be used to manipulate the world in ways most people could only dream of, and some ways even beyond that. Most laws of reality could be bypassed in one way or another by re-writing the fabric of reality, which was made of aura. One's own body was no more a limitation than air to a bird or water to a fish, for one could change forms with ease. The benefits were nearly endless.

However, one major drawback of being pure aura was that pure energy of any form did a marvelous job of screwing with one's composition and stability. The amount of energy required to transport the entire group to their current coordinates (which Portensus calculated were 23.5 light years from their previous location) was more than enough to disperse Portensus' physical form like a cloud of atoms and scramble his brainwaves. His aura was only now reforming into something even remotely visible, and his brain was still too screwed up to speed the process at all. The only thing that could currently be seen of him was a sort of strange blue-ish cloud, and only someone who had known he'd been part of the group and had been looking for him would be at all able to guess what they were looking at.

It was a short while longer before Portensus's mind was stable enough to speak at all.

"Hmm?" he mumbled in a slurred tone, sounding as though either he'd been hit over the head with something or he was drunk. "Where...?" It would be some time before his mind reformed into any real semblance of the semi-omniscient presence it had once been.

"What's going on?" Zen walks into the Infinite Patience's view deck, and experiences the illusion of stepping out into empty space, with the door a floating circle of light behind her.

Kex beckons her over to where he appears to be standing in the middle of a vacuum. "There was a Flow surge a moment ago over there." He gestures at an area of the illusionary space which is highlighted with flowing shapes in several different colors. "I'm waiting for Daehan to give me a precise location, as well as a snapshot."

"Someone call for a genius?"

"No"

"Ah, pity." A hologram of Daehan appears at the viewing deck, sitting in empty air. "Right, I'm just cutting down the variables... adjusting for background disturbances... accounting for the black holes called your brai-joking, only joking..." He makes gestures in midair, and the symbols eventually focus to a dot labeled with a few symbols. "Got it. Getting snapshot..."

(a snapshot is an image formed by collecting photons through a split-second portal)

(( XD Yeah, big ship indeed. I'll explain a little about Kreshmae cruisers, since I have to wait for Soul.

Kreshmae are the largest of Luminai ships, as evidence by even their name, roughly translatable to "City of the Stars." They are roughly 12 km in length, or about 7.46 miles, and each has enough armament to level a city the size of NYC in about an hour. In addition, each houses roughly a dozen Dresh'hak, or 32-man fighter squadrons. Only six Kreshmae are currently in active service, simply due to the amount of time it takes to build them. ))

((I suppose I should have specified. Portensus will be utterly uselss for about the next hour until his mind reforms. He will be unable to intelligently respond to anything whatsoever. I haven't replied because doing so would simply have been a series of posts detailing how utterly bewildered and befuddled he was, which I thought was pointless. Feel free to continoue. I will post when sufficient time have passed.))

"He's not responding..." Sam said. "But... gotta get him off the pad..." Contemplating for a second, she inhaled and blew the Portensus-cloud out the door, and followed. The last one out.

"Very good." The alien said. "Now, as your cloud friend will not be able to report, one of you should-"

"I'll stay." Sam said automatically.

".... Very well." The alien said, turning to one of the others and removing the silver thing around his neck. When he spoke again, it was in an unknown tongue that none present had heard before. The other nodded and turned back to the computer console he was working at. The first alien slipped the translator back on. "My apologies for the delay. This way, please."